People in Yanxia have always been foolish and loyal.

Therefore, Andeman was very confident and could force Jiangdong people to open the formation with the lives of the Sword Saint and others.

However, just when Andman thought his plan was about to succeed, Li Er's laughter came from Mount Genting.

"Hahaha...."

"Old Truman Dog, we Jiangdong Wudao, thank you."

"Thank you for helping me to flatten the Temple of the Martial God."

"For our Jiangdong, I have been angry for many years!"

Andman was stunned: "What are you talking about? Are you sick in your head? The Temple of Martial God is your highest martial arts authority. As a citizen of the Temple of Martial God, how dare you say such ruthless words?"

"Oh, I get it."

"You're acting for me, are you?"

"Do you think you can deceive me by saying that?"

"Can you save the Sword Saint and the others?"

Andman seemed to see through Li Er's plan, and immediately smiled proudly, and as he spoke, he stabbed another sword.

One of the King of Fighters' legs was pierced again, and blood flowed down.

He thought he would see Li Er's angry look, but he didn't expect that Li Er would laugh even happier.

Not only Li Er, but also the warriors from Jiangdong on Yunding Mountain were not only not angry at all, but also had the pleasure of revenge.

"Hahaha, it seems you old dogs don't know yet."

"We Jiangdong Wudao have long stopped obeying the orders of the Martial God Temple."

"At that time, the two idiots, Sword Saint and King of Fighters, not only blocked Mr. Chu outside the Yanxia National Gate, but also refused to save Mr. Chu when he saw him die."

"It's the Temple of the Martial God, forcing our King of Jiangdong to death!"

"Especially the two evil pens of the Sword Saint and the King of Fighters, they are the culprits who killed Mr. Chu."

"For many years, we people from Jiangdong have been willing to peel and cramp those two people, but we are not strong enough."

"Fortunately, you Truman helped us."

"I, Li Er, ask all the old dogs of Chu, to kill the two idiots of Sword Saint and King of Fighters immediately to avenge my Mr. Chu!"

On the mountain of Yunding, Li Er held his fists and begged.

Chen Ao and others also immediately stepped forward and asked, "Please kill the Sword Saint King Fist, and avenge my Jiangdong!"

....

For a moment, hundreds of people on Yunding Mountain spoke out, asking Truman to kill the King of Fighters and destroy the Sword Saint.

"This...this..."

"What's the fuck?"

Andman was confused.

This result was completely different from what he expected.

Why did he feel that these Jiangdong people hated the Temple of War than the Trumen, and wanted to let the Sword Saint and the King of Fighters die?

Isn't this really an act?

"Elder An, what they said is true!"

"Jiangdong is Chu Tianfan's territory."

"And Chu Tianfan has always been incompatible with the Temple of the Martial God."

"When Chu Tianfan fell, the Sword Saint and the King of Fighters put in a lot of effort."

"So, after Chu Tianfan's death, Jiangdong Wudao no longer listened to the orders of the Temple of the Martial Gods, and even clashed with the Temple of the Martial Gods many times."

"From this perspective, if we kill the Sword Saint and the King of Fighters, the happiest one is really this group of Jiangdong people." Beside us, there are Truman strong men familiar with Jiangdong, reporting.

When Andman heard this, his old face turned dark.

"Damn it!"

"how so?"

With all his plans, he fell into the empty space.

Andman was undoubtedly extremely angry and turned around and beat the swordsman and the King of Fighters again.

"You two are really useless!"

"Not even use it!"

"Return the leader of Yanxia martial arts?"

"When the palace master is at the point where everyone is betrayed, why are you two still alive?"

"Forget suicide!"

"Useless waste!"

Andman was undoubtedly angry. After venting, he kicked the two of them aside like dogs.

The Sword Saint and the King of Fighters said nothing, but who knew that they were ashamed and embarrassed in their hearts.

Who would have thought that the people who wanted them to die more than the Trumans were their own compatriots and their own people.
Chapter completed!